"Hey--"
"It's Jean."
"Wha--"
"You were going to call me MJ. I know, it's the red hair, right?"
"How--"
"I'm telepathic."
"Oh."
"See you at breakfast."
"Sure." Peter rubbed the remaining sleep out of his eyes and pulled his shirt back on. Out of instinct he grabbed his watch off the dressed in his room, but decided that he didn't need to hide from these people. They didn't wear masks in the house. Down at breakfast, he walked into the kitchen to see a dark-skinned lady with white hair and a short guy reading the paper next to the coffee machine.
"Logan, can you open this for me?" She handed him a glass bottle of orange juice. Snikt. Peter did a double-take as he saw the top half inch of glass come off along with the bottle cap. Oh yeah, the guy with the claws. "You say somethin', web-head?" Logan asked, looking at Peter get his cup of coffee out of the corner of his eye. Peter opened his mouth to say something when Hurricane Kurt BAMFed into the room.
Clinging to the ceiling, Kurt opened the cupboard and fished out two Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, he also knocked a bowl of sugar onto Peter. "Whoa," Kurt said, leaping down to the floor, "How did you do zat?" Sure enough, Peter had ducked the falling sugar without getting so much as a granule on him. "Spider-Sense," he said proudly, "Never leave home without it."
At breakfast, Peter met the rest of the team. There was Scott, who could blow the place sky-high if he took off his glasses. If looks could kill. "Yer killin' me with the puns, Spidey." Logan said. He didn't even think he said that one out loud. Rogue was there, too, but she wasn't much of a morning person. And Alex, Scott's brother. Mutant power must not run in the family.
"OK gang, Danger Room in five," Scott announced to moans and groans. "Danger Room?" Peter asked, tightening his watch, "Sounds like fun." Five minutes later, the X-Men were all in costume and met in the Danger Room with Peter. "Where's your costume?" Alex asked. Without a word, Peter hit the button on his watch and was enveloped by his Spider-Man costume. "Not bad," Wolverine nodded. "You'd look positively stunning in nano-tech, darling," Spidey said in his best fashion designer voice.
With no more time for joking around, everyone stepped into the Danger Room as the Professor began the simulation. A huge laser cannon shot the floor up right in front of Nightcrawler, who backflipped and BAMFed away, re-appearing several yards back. Dodging some fire himself, Spidey's Spider-Sense started tingling like crazy. He jumped back against the wall and spring-boarded over to where Nightcrawler had re-appeared and was about to take a buzzsaw right in the back.
Kurt screamed as two globs of impact webbing missed his furry hide by inches and gunked up the saw behind him. "Zat vas amazing," he gasped. But, seeing another gun pop out of the floor behind them, he grabbed Spidey and BAMFed them both out of the way, then somersaulted over the gun barrel and slammed it into the floor. "And that was uncanny," Spider-Man replied.
The simulation ended with nobody badly hurt. Havok, being the rookie, had gotten tagged a few times, but had easily done the most damage to the Danger Room itself. Sure underestimated the kid, Spidey thought, he packs more of a blast than his brother. After getting cleaned up, Spider-Man went to sick bay to pay John a visit. There, he found Ororo keeping watch.
"Your friend does not know your secret identity, I take it," she said out in the hall. "He doesn't exactly come from a spider-friendly family," he replied. Spidey stepped into the room and John opened his eyes. "Home sweet home, webslinger," he said, sitting up in bed. "I gotta hand it to you, John-John, I didn't think you'd be able to fly that hunk o' junk home."
"Yeah, well I didn't expect to have any hitchhikers."
"Hey, just be glad we left Carnage on the side of the road."
"Think Counter-Earth is ever gonna be OK?"
"Someday, I guess." Satisfied with the answer, John laid back down and closed his eyes. Poor guy, Venom really did a number on him, Peter thought as he saw all the bandages that Jameson was wearing, not that he was friendly to me.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully until late afternoon. "Hey," Scott called, not really sure what to call Spider-Man when he wasn't in costume, "Wanna come out with us?" Peter shrugged. "Come on," Kitty called, "If you just came back from another planet, you can't have that many clothes to wear!" Peter had one foot out the door when he realized that he once again didn't have his watch on.
"I vant to come, too!" Kurt protested. "Not without your holo-watch," Scott reminded. Before Kurt could BAMF away, Peter asked him to get his watch, too. "Might as well bring my watch, too," Scott said, "It's the only one in the house that just keeps time." But he, too, was unable to find it. Kurt arrived in John Jameson's room, the only place he hadn't looked yet, and grabbed both watches off the table. It had started raining as soon as Scott pulled his car out of the garage, so he put the top up and allowed Kurt to stay in his natural form anyway.
By the time the gang was ready to come home, Peter was dog tired. But at least he had some fancy duds. The sun had just dropped below the horizon, and the already dark skies became even blacker. "What time is it, anyway?" Kitty asked. "Hey, hold on, this isn't my watch," Scott noticed.
Out of curiosity, Kurt turned his watch on. Kitty jumped as the Spider-Man suit covered Kurt instantly. "Hey!" Peter shouted, activating his watch and turning into Kurt's human form. "So what the heck watch is this?" Scott asked. Then it hit Peter.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"This probably isn't the best time to tell you this...but there's something you should know about John-John..."